09-16-2009, 03:37 PM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/char ... _tears.jpg); background-color:#0E141B; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:246px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-bottom:10px;"> Private for Amata. This will probably be my last new Char-thread, excepting death!thread, of course. XD The big silvery wolf was in pretty poor shape. He had gotten beaten up by Merit, though thank goodness Kansas was there to save him. Never before had he encountered such viciousness and violence; such a thing was completely unknown to the pale silver wolf. Frowning to himself as he played the events over and over in his head, he couldn't imagine why someone whould just attack unprovoked like that. Still, meeting Kansas had provided him with an excuse to go and visit Amata at Crimson Dreams, something the silvery wolf had been meaning to do for some time now. He would have to tell the youngster about how brave her dad was, and he would also have to ask her to pass along his thanks again, as if he hadn't whimpered it at the creamy wolf enough times himself following his rescue. Still, Kansas hadn't been able to completely stop the sable wolf from damaging Charon, as the big wound on his shoulder said. There were several smaller gashes, but thankfully, none of them were on his pretty face. That would just be terrible—he didn't mind scars when they were on the body, but the face? No, never. The ash-colored wolf meandered through the hills, enjoying their wide-open spaces. It was growing steadily cooler with each passing day, and Char was shocked to realize it was nearly October. The winter would be here soon, and he would be in his element. He missed the snow and the ice and cold, more than anything—he wanted for winter to be long and cold this year, so maybe he wouldn't want to turn tail and head home so badly. Though he had met many canines he liked here, some of them... well, some of them were just assholes. The curse sent a shiver up his spine as he thought it, that delightful illegal word that meant dirty things, that word he never could have spoken around his father. But anyway, as much as he liked it here, he was growing rather homesick, and he was quite tired of running into jerks who attacked him for no good reason. Maybe it was just all black wolves, he thought sullenly. Cwmfen was black, and so was Merit, and they'd both attacked him. No reason to write them off as a whole, but now maybe he'd be a little more cautious around wolves with shadowy pelts. There were a lot of wolf smells here, and Charon remembered this. If nothing else, his encounter with Cwmfen had taught him that places like this were usually claimed, and he absolutely-positively shouldn't go any further without someone to accompany him. He could smell Amata vaguely, disguised and hidden by all of the other wolf smells at this place. That was enough to put a smile on his face, and though he whined with eagerness to see his friend, he remained respectfully beyond the borders, waiting for someone to come across him. Maybe he'd be lucky and it would be Amata or Kansas—finding someone he knew would be much better than running into a stranger. Though, if all of the wolves of Crimson Dreams were as nice as Amata and Kansas, heck, he might not ever want to leave! Maybe this could be his home now? The silver wolf pondered these things as he waited, a dull throb of pain in his shoulder from where Merit had bitten him worst of all. |